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A
Dark folk, white folk, but never a hand,
They say to this man,
"You`re yaller, you`re yaller, you`re yaller, you`re just a yaller."
A
Black folk, white folk, I`m learning a lot,
You know what I am, I know what I`m not,
B
Ain`t even black, I ain`t even white,
I ain`t like the day and I ain`t like the night.
Feeling mean, so inbetween, I`m just a high yaller.
B
Ain`t even bad, I ain`t even good,
I don`t understand and I ain`t understood,
Not a friend sticks to the end when you`re yaller.
C
Take me to a church and make me pray,
Make me sing a psalm there;
You better leave my soul in a crude cafe,
I don`t even belong there.
B
Oh Lord, can`t you make a sinner a saint,
Why did you start me but run out of paint,
Pass me by, a no-`count yellow man.
B
Lord only knows, I`m trying to rest,
I want to be down with a load on my chest.
Make my bed; wish I were dead,
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